Almost every day of my childhood was spent basking in the shadows of giants. These giants are made of quartz and granite and they are known as the Organ Mountains or La Sierra de los Órganos in Spanish. Their dominance of the desert I was born in makes us feel like we have gods looking over our shoulders, always there to observe and oversee our daily lives. But these mountains are not gods only to be adorned. Their many faces and ever-changing facade dictate that these are gods to be feared, to be respected, and to be humbled by. Even